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Two points of biz

Two points of business:

1. I've officially joined a gym where NO ONE is out of shape. I mean, FUCK!!! NO ONE!!!! I did kickboxing today and then some 'booty bullshit squat till your legs shake' class and literally everyone was like easy breezy Covergirl! I mean, yes, people were working but what the hell? Maybe only in shape people join this gym. Ok fine. There was ONE woman who went left when we all went right, but she doesn't count cuz she was like 65 and wore a full leotard and belt. If we did have to partner up, I bet she would have been mine, just based on skill level. However, I refuse to quit or be intimated. Tomorrow: 90 minute spin. Holy fuck.

2. I'm not a parent, but I have a question for those that are. I have 2 nephews that I would die for, right? And they go to a great kinda hippie school. Anyway, there is a little boy there who is like 4 and a half. Adorable. Sweet. The works. He has a sister there too whose like 2 and a half. Anyway, the parents have not cut his hair. Ever. So he has this long blond surfer like hair so EVERYONE thinks he is a girl. He even has one of those unisex names. Everytime new people meet him, they call him a she. And then from the back, I always call to him and his sister as girls. Believe me, I can new age it up with the best of them BUT, is it fair to the kid? Does he care? I heard him say in a stern tone to another new boy the other day...'I'm A BOY, OK? !!!!' I also hear his parents correcting people everytime there is a school event.

So what is the deal with the hair? Is it fair that the parents just think it's awesome? Is there some new thing about not giving a kid his/her first hair cut? Am I just being an old school weirdo?

Please explain.

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I’m not a good interneter. I don’t know a lot of sites to find shit, I don’t know how to navigate around well, and I’m not on myspace. So I searched the one photo site I know: flickr, to find a photo of how I’ve been feeling. I vacillated between something spinning, something changing, something thinking, something anything. But nothing seemed right.

What did seem right was to stop feeling, turn off my head, and join a gym. Not a ghetto gym. A real gym. A gym where it doesn’t fool you. A gym where my normal ‘3 or so mile jogs every 3 or so times a week when not tired, hung, or watching Hey Paula’ will scoff in my face. A gym where I can leave some of my sweat and some of my god damn exhausting feelings somewhere in it’s 3 story torture chamber.

I know I’m about 5 years late on spinning, but can we talk about that? Aside from burping vomit on the celebrity next to me, what the fuck is going on??? It’s seriously so fucking hard. 15 minutes in I was like, you all gotta be on adderall! Yet I refused to leave early and let the 50+ dude on the other side beat me. Tell me someone has a tip or so on how to do it? Because I’m going back for more.

And yeah, the real thing: anniversaries are hard. They just are. This one is the one where something happened, that kinda pretty much rocked my shit, but didn’t talk about. And still the details aren’t important. But in the end people say...’those things that happen in life make you better. Make you stronger.’ Maybe they do. But what do you do when maybe feels so maybe?

I guess for today you go to the gym.

point: nerd

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OKAY.

There is a lot of talk on King Wheat Thin's blog about video games. High tech ones, old school ones, maybe even poker ones. Boop bitty blah blah boo boo bleg. As far as I'm concerned, I don't understand anything past Dig Dug.

However. Last Night. At a party. I was transformed.

Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know, I KNOOOOOWWWWW I have been known to poke small teeny tiny jabs at nerd 1 and nerd 2 BUT, I have two words to say. Guitar Hero.

What????????

Wil said this once in a post:

...I reviewed two Guitar Hero II controllers, so there's a whole lot of me looking like a jackass as I rock out with my cock out...

I was like...yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever WIL and your nerd computer games and shit.

Uh. Ok.

Now I get why.

Fucking sober as all hell last night, I rocked my fuck out to Skid Row, Poison, G-n-R, and Heart. Dude. At first it kinda messes with you if you really know how to play guitar cuz it's not about that. It's more like Simon Says meets Tetris but with coolness. And fuck trying the bass, I was all guitar. So I started with '18 and Life.' I couldn't get through it and I was PISSED!!!! But then this sweet guy showed the amped up girl how to do it, and I tore it up. Not to mention some sweet moves. Then with the help of my lovely friend Joy, we rocked out Poison 'Nothin' but a Good Time.' And let me tell you, it was. My mind raced between the game and old memories of making out with Blake something-or-other who smelled like a mix of Drakkar Noir and Malrbaro Reds, (why was that ever hot???) but in the end I scored a 55% on that shit. Yeah Wil! 55%!!! Can you beat that? So, I was ready for something else. Next stop. G-n-R. 'Sweet Child of Mine.' Ok. That was harder. Fucking thing would NOT let us finish the song. THREE TIMES FAILED! Right near the end!!! I should of showed my boobs.

Anyway, I refused to leave on a losing note so after much convincing, I MADE Joy do Heart, 'Crazy on You' with me. She was so mad as she had a big audition today but in the end, we rocked. Yeah, what's up Wilson sisters. 82% bitch. 82!!!!!!!!

So fine Wil. You were right in that it's awesome. I want to get Playstation or Atari or Weehoo or whatever that was on. Maybe there will be a challenge in the future. Me vs. You and Shane? I mean, pretty much I'll beat you...BUT.

Knock that open or close?

Elbow and point you.